Michelle Brown

[Michelle Brown]

Brokenhearted feels like clear running brook
with light shining through
Dancing sun rays.
If feels like knowing the thing has passed by
The missed opportunity to connect with a daughter, a sister
About a thing important. Past.
It feels like the ungraspable cold rush of the brook gone by.
The held pleasure of it. On skin. In hand: Cooling, soothing
The knowledge we didn’t.
It is both, heartbreak
Pain. Pleasure. The pleasure itself in knowing I am alive.

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